Desert Island Survival: I took my concubine and raised wolf cubs

No matter what Jiang Lingling and Jiang Chen talked about, it didn't make much difference to Wen Xian.

After all, as long as this matter does not affect her, it is the Jiang family's own family matter, and they can handle it themselves.

What surprised Wen Xian was Jiang Lingling's complete affection for Jiang Chen.

As soon as the carriage stopped and was about to have lunch on the spot, Wen Xian saw Jiang Lingling following Jiang Chen step by step, not daring to make any mistakes.

Wen Xian raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything. She just flexed her muscles and waited for water to be boiled and rice to be heated.

After a while, Jiang Lingling sneaked up to her and whispered for help: "Madam, can I get a carriage later?"

She really didn't want to ride in a carriage with Jiang Chen. The pressure was too strong and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Zheng Rou stood in front of Wen Xian and spoke first: "That's the young master of your family. If you don't want to ride in a carriage with him, shouldn't you talk to Young Master Jiang? What should you do with Madam?"

Do you really think that you are still the person who has not betrayed them, and can you still act coquettishly and negotiate terms as you please?

It was considered good that the lady didn't let her walk, and she was chosen.

Jiang Lingling's face stiffened and she said humbly: "Third sister, I haven't offended you, have I?"

She didn't do anything to feel sorry for Zheng Rou, and she didn't know where Zheng Rou was so resentful towards her.

"No." Zheng Rou raised her hand and said, "I can't be your third sister."

As far away as possible, she didn't want to get involved with Jiang Lingling.

Jiang Lingling's cheeks turned red, and she held her breath and didn't know how to refute. But no matter what, she couldn't refute it.

It turned out that she was at fault in the first place. If I'm sorry to Madam, I'm also sorry to everyone.

Seeing the stalemate between the two, Wen Xian said calmly: "You can find Young Master Jiang wherever you want. You don't have to ask me."

As long as she doesn't break away from her surveillance, even if she rides on the roof of the car, it has nothing to do with her and she won't care.

Jiang Chen can cure her, so let her experience what it means to be in dire straits.

Even after she said so, Jiang Lingling had no other choice but to return disappointed.

In the end, she still sat in the same car with Jiang Chen.

Wen Xian no longer paid attention to them, but focused her eyes and thoughts on the people along the way.

After leaving Guanping Mansion, the further you go towards Minbei Mansion, the more desolate it becomes, and there are more and more refugees along the way.

What's more, the further you go towards Minbei Prefecture, the more desolate it becomes. Apart from trees, there was no green grass or wild vegetables.

In other words, all the wild vegetables and other things on the roadside have been dug up by the refugees.

Even the green grass on the roadside has been dug up. One can imagine the impact that Minbei Prefecture has had on the people.

Wen Xian clenched her fists, hoping that she could take down the Minbei Mansion immediately. At least, the people will no longer be left hungry and cold.

The carriage drove all the way to the inn between the two mansions. Wen Xian asked everyone to stop and rest at the inn overnight before setting off again early tomorrow morning.

We will set off early tomorrow morning and arrive at Minbei Prefecture in the evening at the latest, which is plenty of time.

The post station is located at the junction of Guanping Prefecture and Minbei Prefecture, and is called Guanmin Post Station. It is like an isolated island, standing in a deserted land with a radius of ten miles.

Maybe the world was tough and the inn looked a little shabby, which made Wen Xian think it was a black shop.

"Xu~"

The carriage stood firmly at the door of the inn, Zhu San stepped forward and knocked on the door of the inn.

After a long time, the door creaked and opened from the inside, and a bearded uncle who looked like he was in charge poked his head out. He looked wary and said, "What do you guys have to do?"

In order to prevent Zhu San from causing mischief, he firmly pressed the door that was only open a crack. If anything happened, he could close the door immediately.

Zhu San took a step back, cupped his hands and said: "Hello, shopkeeper, we are going from Guanping Mansion to Minbei Mansion. It's getting late now, is it possible for us to stay here to repair for the night?"

"What kind of shopkeeper? I'm just a steward." Steward Huzi asked doubtfully, "Currently, the Northern Fujian Prefecture is in chaos. What are you doing there?"

Going from Guanping Mansion to Minbei Mansion, he became even more cautious.

How can Northern Fujian Prefecture be compared to Guanping Prefecture? People from Northern Fujian Prefecture can't find a way to get to Guanping Prefecture. How can they go from Guanping Prefecture to Minbei Prefecture?

Zhu San pretended to be helpless and said: "There is no way, the master's family has direct relatives there. A few days ago, news came back that he was seriously ill and had to visit his relatives."

Zhu San said directly without even typing up a draft that no matter what his reason was, as long as he could make it up, he could use it directly.

The steward was still hesitating when he saw Wen Xian and Zheng Rou getting off the carriage.

With the woman there, he felt slightly reassured and said, "Okay, come in."

When he is open for business, he can't really push the business out. This is not normal.

Zhu San quickly thanked him and came back to lead the convoy into the backyard of the inn.

In fact, the front yard of the inn is a restaurant, which usually receives people to eat and drink.

But now there are few people coming and going and there are many refugees, so they have not opened the door to receive guests.

Wen Xian, who had already taken a seat in the lobby, looked at the closed door, played with the tea cup in her hand and said to the steward: "How long have you not received guests? No one has been here before?"

It shouldn't be. Even if there are many refugees, it won't actually affect the inn.

After all, the inn is not a refugee business, but is used by officials and businessmen coming and going.

In troubled times, there will also be many businessmen who start from scratch or become rich suddenly.

When the steward heard this, he said with a wry smile on his face: "Young lady, you don't know. As long as the door of our inn is open, groups of refugees will come in and ask for food. In serious cases, they will even grab them directly.

After a few times, we just had to close the door. If there is a caravan knocking on the door to check in, come in through the back door. Of course, there are very few caravans these days, and even if they occasionally stay, they are only a few.

After all, from here to Minbei Prefecture or Guanping Prefecture, it only takes one day to get there quickly. "

Many people who were carrying dry food on their backs simply rushed straight to Fucheng to stay, rarely stopping at the inn.

Some people replenished supplies at the inn and continued on their way.

Wen Xian nodded and said, "When was the last time someone checked in?"

She found that the steward still didn't answer her question after talking so much.

She wanted to know who lived here last time and where they went.

"Oh, girl, you are joking." The steward said bitterly, "I heard that there is going to be a war in Northern Fujian Prefecture. Who would come out to stay at the inn at this time?

By the way, are you going to Minbei Prefecture? I advise you to go back to your hometown and wait until Northern Fujian Province settles down before going. "

The war is currently in chaos, and there is a possibility of being accidentally injured if we go there, which is not cost-effective.

Wen Xian nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me. If it's not an emergency, we don't want to go to Minbei Mansion."

She finally figured it out. The manager was very strict and refused to reveal any useful information to her.

(End of this chapter)